Mobiles And Other Animals
Hello again and now I’m going to have a whinge about mobile phones, I-phones, Blackberries (not the fruit obviously as I quite like them) and for all you Dinosaurs out there the good old pagers!!! Please, please put them away sometimes…….not all the time but just sometimes. You will survive I promise. Just a couple of instances have happened recently that have really brought this home to me. Last weekend I accompanied my husband to the church at Ayios Nikolaos for a special service of dedication for the new standard for the Royal Naval Association, of which hubby is a member being an ex Matlot. Anyway I digress. During the service but thankfully not during the Last Post which was beautifully played by two outstanding trumpeters and I would have defied anyone not to have a lump in their throat having listened to it, a mobile phone goes off. Not just a normal ring tone. Oh know. Out blasts the Latin rhythms of “Hey Macarena” or some such tune. Now I love that song when I’ve been to a family wedding, had 15 brandy sours and suddenly decide that my roots lie in South America and that I can indeed Salsa. But not, I repeat not when I am in church. Turn it off please and put it away!!! Actually the poor woman who actually owned the phone quite rightly did not know where to put her self as 150 heads turned to see who the culprit was. Interestingly enough I then spied quite a few people dip into their pockets and turn off their phones thanking the heavens it wasn’t theirs that had gone off. Now, in my job I of course have my mobile and am generally contactable all through the day and into the evening but there are occasions where I have the courage to SWITCH IT OFF. It is something that I have had to work on and please believe me how liberating...